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Siring ch. 13

by Enkidu


13.
Just Right

	Tora grew more confident as we approached familiar surroundings,
never once losing the road in the dim, partly clouded starlight,
even though it had become a mere footpath. The moon rose,
treating me to tantalizing glimpses of her form. Now a mere
shadow among shadows, now a rich womanly silhouette, now a full
glimpse of her tunic riding up her thighs between which nested
the divine love tunnel already flooded with my sperm, her
sashaying body increasingly hypnotized me, making walking a
constant struggle against my re-stiffening cock. It took me some
time to spot the exaggerated sway of her gait, the extra twist in
her movements, the surreptitious glances over her shoulder. She
was egging me on and even as exhausted as I was I figured I could
go one more before collapsing.
	Right about the time that the heavier, angular shadow of a house
became noticeable through the trees, I rushed forward and glued
my palms to her buttocks, thinking I could give her the quickie
she wanted before we went inside. Too late. My movements were
greeted by a fury of barking and two large, shaggy shapes rushed
toward us out of the trees. Tora had to interpose herself between
me and the angry growling.
	"No, Licky! Kissy, down! Down, girls, down! No! No!" She clapped
her hands in front of the confused mutts' bared teeth. Gradually
they backed off and flanked her all the way to the front door,
shooting murderous glances back at me but making no move so long
as I kept at a respectful distance. On our approach, a long
grayish form fluttered down from the roof's lowest point,
approached and solidified out of the darkness as a young girl in
a dusty tunic.
	"I thought they'd eat you alive, glad your presence, Sire!"
	"Then why did you not call them off, you little fool?" Tora
retorted without even favoring the other with a look.
	"I did! Well, I tried... that is, I'd fallen asleep and then
they were so loud you likely didn't hear me. Are you our new
Sire?" She turned to me once more before being interrupted again.
The door opened to reveal a disheveled woman wrapping a blanket
around her shoulders nervously.
	"You! I thought a bear had gotten at the calf with all that bar-
oh!" She finally seemed to notice me. "Well now, did my daughter
truly manage it? Glad your presence, Sire. Come, come, they'll
stop their barking once you're inside. And where were you, Pira?"
	"She was on the roof again!" Tora cut in, rather too eagerly.
	"I was only watching for their coming!"
	"Oh! Lot of good a new sire'll do you if you greet him with a
broken neck, you little fool. Get yourself in."
	Berna dragged the little fool in question indoors roughly by the
shoulder and looked back at me, fidgeting with the blanket
covering her nudity.
	"Did Tora give you our coins yet, then?"
	"Yes."
	"Oh, well now..." Appraising my form with a critical eye, she
unwrapped her makeshift garment and tossed it back on a bed.
Tits. For a second, when the cloth fell away, my head cleared of
all but that one thought. Instantly, it became obvious why
Berna's daughter outshone the other young women her age in the
mammary department. Even in a magical world, genetics didn't lie.
While Mara and especially Stinneh were both quite well endowed in
that respect, Berna's torso adornments dwarfed theirs. They could
hardly even be called tits, breasts or boobs but were clearly
worthy of the title of hooters or melons. Had this world invented
brassieres she would easily have busted out of the D range into
the higher reaches of the alphabet and though they sagged a bit
under their own bulk they still retained a cohesive sway and
bounce as she straightened up again, not flattening against her
chest but swelling defiantly toward me. The whole ensemble was
topped by expansive light brown areolae and wide, meaty,
flattened conical nipples. As for the rest of her, a taut, round
belly swelled beneath the ample double balcony of breast-meat.
Standing a bit shorter than even her daughter, this gave her a
fairly rounded appearance, padded with fat but not flabby or
bulging, just "plump" in that eminently palpable, pinchable way
of female flesh. From the underside of her stomach, a wild, dense
mat of pubes spread between two powerful, solid thighs. If
Berna's body had any flaw it lay not in her extra weight but in
her relatively short legs.
Angling my eyes back up her body I noted her waiting patiently,
hands on hips with a confident smirk, for me to finish my
evaluation, apparently accustomed to the mesmerizing effect her
endowments brought upon men. Brown curls, crudely cropped
relatively short, framed a visibly middle-aged yet still
wrinkle-free round face. Aside from a few lines by her eyes she
looked a rounder, shorter-haired version of her daughter. Holding
my gaze, she turned in place and knelt down, gesturing toward her
girls who were both eyeing me, Tora expectantly, the younger
wide-eyed, a bit apprehensive.
"You, Tora, I'll bet you wasted no time offering service already.
Pira, girl, you remember seeing how this part is done, don't you?
Get your lovely little slit on show, come on."
The teenager's eyes widened, still wandering somewhere between my
chin and shirt. As short as her mother and with a longer wide
halo of hair, her darker complexion and crinklier curls suggested
her sperm-donor had hailed from the tropics. Given her high
forehead and round cheeks lending her face overall babyish
features I began to question whether she was truly old enough for
adult fun. Then, suddenly reaching a decision, she fumblingly
uncinched her tunic and tossed it off, removing my doubts as to
her body's maturity. Breasts already almost as large as Tora's
jutted off a lithe, youthful frame which nonetheless had
inherited her mother's genes. Despite a bit of adolescent
gangliness her form had already filled out, generous hips framing
a sparse dark triangle of hair only halfway managing to hide her
peeking outer labia and clitoral hood. She followed my gaze down
to her own features in the flickering lamplight then stood there
for a second biting her lip at no-one in particular before
dropping onto her knees by her mother, who grabbed the girl
around the shoulders and planted a quick sloppy kiss on her lips
before pushing her down on all fours. Tora stood solemnly by,
still dressed, as her mother patted the inside of her sister's
thighs.
"Spread your knees wider now and turn your bottom up so he can
see his pleasure in full... that's it."
Hard to resist just grabbing them both right then and there,
listening to a mother lovingly coach her young daughter in best
displaying me her crotch. Satisfied with her offspring's polite
and proper posture, Berna lowered her own upper body onto her
elbows and added:
"Now bow your head respectfully and say the words."
"Ummm" the teen wavered a bit "I ask-"
"We, girl" interrupted the older woman "you're asking for the
both of us."
"Sire, we ask what gifts you would freely give us."
This statement was accompanied by a tiny, likely involuntary
backwards push of her hips. Next to her Berna's round fat moon
contrasted not only in its larger size and lighter bronze hue but
in her absolute calm, having likely gone through this a dozen
times or more already. Amusingly, pussy shape seemed to run in
their family. As with Tora, meaty, large, crinkly outer labia
split their pubic hair cleanly apart to reveal their moist inner
folds. Tora presided wordlessly over her family offering their
holes to the man she'd acquired for them, watching me lay one
hand on each on their tailbones (Berna's a bit harder to locate)
finding myself a bit choked up as I intoned:
"I, Adam, hereby claim you to my service until I give up the
claim or it is won from me."
	Patiently waiting for me to remove my hand, Berna hoisted
herself back on her feet and Pira took her cue and bounced up
anxiously beside her, the contrasting firm and wobbling shows of
tit making my fingers itch. Nevertheless, for the moment I was
more exhausted than horny. Berna, making no move to cover
herself, took charge of the situation.
	"Do you wish something to eat after your trip, Master?"
	"No, thank you. We ate on the road."
	"Would you rest tonight or do you wish our service?" She
pointedly eyed my tented pants.
	"I am too tired to do much but sleep for now."
	"We have two beds. The girls share the one in the main room but
there's more way to twist around in the one in the inner room,
and we'll be less like to wake you early in the morning."
	"Mother!" Pira whined, but clammed up sullenly at a single
sideways glance from the head of the household. Claim had been
laid on me, at least for the night, as much as I'd claimed them.
I could easily overturn the decision with a word and sack in with
the two daughters but truth be told I suspected I wouldn't get
the rest I needed. I assented then had to be escorted to the
outhouse with the two dogs growling at me all the way, then we
said goodnight to the girls and followed Berna into the inner
chamber. The house was a lot larger than Mara and Stinneh's
little shack or Mezina's cottage in the village. One corner of
its square floor plan consisted of a small bedroom with a
spacious, even luxurious bed by the rustic standards of the
region, separated by a light wooden door from the outer room
wrapping continuously around it. Two ladders led into the
ceiling. More than that, I was in no condition to ascertain
before I fumbled my clothing off and tumbled into bed. Berna
closed the door, turned off the oil lamp and knelt beside me,
running her fingertips along my thigh until she reached my
scrotum and brushed against my erection.
	"Do you truly not wish my service before we sleep, young
Master?"
	"Berna, honestly, I very much would, but I'm too tired to move
right now."
	"You need not move..."
	I examined her face, barely visible by the moonlight penetrating
her one window. She was bent slightly over me, her pendulous
breasts almost close enough to kiss, with one eyebrow raised and
a knowing smirk. I murmured approval and closed my eyes.
Immediately, one of her hands wrapped around my shaft while the
other formed a perfect trap around my balls, squeezing and
massaging me until I began to twitch excitedly. I knew I couldn't
come like this - if there's anything I didn't like about these
hardworking country girls it was the rough skin on their palms -
but pretty soon she bent down to engulf my cock-head in her
hungry, experienced, sucking mouth while still kneading the base
of my shaft and ballsack. She paused only to smack her lips and
sniff at my pubes.
	"It wasn't only food my daughter offered you on the road, was
it, eh?"
	Then she dove in again, doubling her efforts. I don't remember
anything much after that, except for a very satisfying and
unwinding ejaculation.
	I awoke at cock's crow. Well, at least there was some rooster
crowing somewhere, even if the angle of light indicated it likely
wasn't for the first time that day, accompanied by a motley
symphony of quacks and clucks and a strange sawing sound. I
stretched stiffly, feeling my legs very sore after the past few
days' constant walking. Nonetheless, time, tide and a full
bladder wait for no man. I painstakingly twisted and leveraged my
aching appendages out of bed and -
	"Holy shit dogs!"
	I rather more hastily leveraged my appendages back into bed. Two
large shaggy canine heads peered over its edge at me with less
murderous but still undeniably disapproving expressions.  A
repeated whistling from outside simultaneously brought their ears
to attention and, with a final "keep your nose clean" threatening
glance over their shoulders at me, they slipped soundlessly out
the half-opened door. Leaving them a significant head start, I
finally got dressed and stepped out.
	The wind had picked up overnight. I looked left, then right,
then around the corner. A couple of animal sheds stood empty.
Birds cooed, quacked and cawed in a wire pen, but aside from that
the only movement consisted of a single figure heading off over
the fields with the two dogs in tow. Pira? The source of the
sawing sound appropriately enough came from a saw held by Berna,
standing in front of a sawdust-covered table and sawhorse. She
put it aside on seeing me approach, wiping sweat off her
forehead.
	"Good-day, Master. I hope you rested well."
	"I did, thank you, Berna."
	"If it please you, there's food set out on the high table in the
outer room. Those dogs might've gotten to it though. Didn't make
any trouble, did they? Saw them come out the door. Don't know
when and how Pira let them in, but she should know better. She's
not too big for me to redden her behind!"
	I paused for a moment lovingly polishing the mental image of
Berna's fat gazongas wobbling as her arm swung at her daughter's
adorable little derriere bent over her knees before reassuring
her:
	"No, no, they just poked their heads in the door, that's all, no
trouble. Before food, though, I'd like to clean myself up a bit."
	"Oh, the stream bends closest uphill, but if you walk a few
hundred paces downhill, there's an open spot where it leaves
pools in the rocks and the sun warms it up. We have soap and
cloth there in a little shed."
	I thanked her and headed off. This particular stream was barely
a trickle of water but the bathing spot they'd chosen was truly
idyllic. Slabs of limestone formed a natural shelf just before a
little dip in the terrain. The water only built up to knee-height
but was surprisingly warm, as was the stone around, much more so
than the sun alone could account for... which may have had
something to do with the ornate two-meter metal rod planted in
the middle of the rocks bearing the more polished look of the
Magisterium's fabrications. Uphill, the terrain rose steeply
toward dark-forested mountainsides while downhill it offered an
unobstructed view of the lowlands... and, I realized as soon as I
dropped my pants, the lowlands had just as unobstructed a view of
this little rock shelf. I was waving my prick at the world.
Tantalizing, but also somewhat intimidating. Wonder how many
telescopes the Magisterium made?
The area was split into several pools, one already soapy
presumably from the women's own morning bath. I opened the little
chest-high wooden cupboard under a nearby overhang to find an
ample supply of soap, clean and dirty wash-cloths, scissors and
other supplies and even a nail-file. After getting clean I used
the scissors to trim my annoyingly recidivist whiskers, mooned
the valley while pulling up my pants then ambled back for
breakfast. A tabby cat was eyeing the table as I came in but
deferred to my superior claim with a disgruntled meow. Buttered
bread and honey waited for me as Berna had promised, so I lazed
about a bit munching, looking out at the tall windblown hillsides
and listening to the sound of her sawing and banging at the
wooden planks until finally deciding to go out and help her.
After handing her several planks to cut it occurred to me to ask
what we were making.
"A bed for the younger one, Master. These'll be cross-boards
here, it's why they're thin to have a little give. Those two
girls have been fighting like cats in a sack over sharing the big
bed ever since Pira learned to pinch. They even tried making a
new one themselves a few years ago, but Tora ended up breaking it
with our last sire one night. Don't worry though. This one'll
take a good solid thrashing, haha!" She winked knowingly.
"I think I saw her leaving earlier with the dogs?"
	"Pira? Yes, I sent her off to pick berries in the woods, before
the rain comes, you know."
	"And Tora?"
	"Tora is pasturing the goats and that poor ox she ran half to
death this past week. She'll be gone until dusk."
	"Oh?"
	"They both will." She flipped a few stray curls out of her face
and tilted a corner of her mouth meaningfully. She was more or
less telling me she'd arranged to have me to herself for the day,
though custom wouldn't let her say it outright. I could just as
easily decide to follow one or both of the girls and fuck them
through the woods or meadows but hey, what the hell... I couldn't
help but feel flattered by the extra attention and a nice quiet
day getting to know my new charge sounded restful. We went back
to sawing and lathing a few more boards. She was dressed for
protection with gloves and a full-length heavy woolen dress with
full sleeves, plus a chafed and worn old leather apron obscuring
her charms but nonetheless the memory of last night's welcome
soon turned my thoughts to more pleasant pursuits. As we took a
breather I moved behind her to bundle up the back of her dress
until I could sneak a hand under it.
	"Oh, yes, Master!" she unflinchingly spread her legs wider to
let me palm my way up to her snatch, feeling the sweat on her
thighs gradually giving way to the slicker fluids of her arousal.
More than one of us had been thinking happy thoughts as we
worked. Musing on how just yesterday I'd found myself in this
same position with Stinneh, I pressed Berna's upper body onto the
sawdust-laden table. Hearing me fumble with my laces she made to
glance over her shoulder.
	"Don't look back."
	She lowered her head again, slumping in resignation. After
running a hand along the sopping slit to clear it of a few matted
pubic hairs I waited with one hand leveling my prick at her
entrance until her hips twitched frustratedly before diving
halfway into her, the sudden breach greeted with a moan and
contented sigh.
	"Ooohh, yessss. It has been too long. Please, do not hold back."
	Her cunt spasmed a couple of times, drawing my full length in
until my hips rested against her padded behind. She wasn't very
tight, but the rhythmic gripping along my retreating shaft told
of excellent muscle control. I slid out completely to make her
wait again while the air cooled my dripping penis. When the
anticipation yielded a whimper, I speared her again and quickly
ratcheted up into a frenzied minute of thrusting... and that was
all it took. Accompanied by strained grunts, her delightful
experienced cunt rippled with the pleasure of an obviously
much-anticipated release. Not having come yet, I dug my fingers
roughly into the soft globes rising on either side of my still
hidden penis but barely had time to pick up the pace before she
started up again, managing to draw a long, shuddering ejaculation
out of me with her own second orgasm. We lay there catching our
breath, slumped over her cushiony behind against the table until
I finally pulled out of her, still half-hard. She immediately
lifted her hips just enough to slide a hand down to finger her
clitoris and I was soon treated to the amazing sight of the
lascivious, curly-haired, rotund little woman orgasming for a
third time.
	"Oh, oh, I needed that." She finally opened her eyes, beaming in
ecstasy. She brushed off a little of the continuous layer of
sawdust covering her entire front. "A year's too long to go
without a sire's seed planted inside me."
	"A year? Tora said two..."
	"Ah, yes,  I, errr, mis-spoke?"
	"Try again." I leaned over her grinning widely in mock menace.
	"Heheh. Well, last harvest day it was. Tora and Pira were
staying with another woman in town so they never knew. A sire
whose drink I sweetened was only travelling through and had not
claimed any for his own. I offered him my service for the night
and paid for his room at the inn and he accepted. It was not
quite against the rules..."
	"Oh I don't mind. I was only curious." Her apprehension
dissipated, leaving her eyes to break from mine and find my
sticky re-hardened shaft.
	"Do you wish to take me again, young Master? I know I must look
a mess."
	"I can wait until we clean up. Shall we go to the river?"
	"I will meet you there soon, by your leave. We can eat while we
wash and rest. Find a spot you like in the shade."
	With a final peck on the lips (her upper ones) I headed once
more for the bathing site, steering a bit upstream into the trees
to take some of the edge off the blistering mid-day heat. The
limestone slabs were not exposed here. With my shoes off, I
slopped my toes through the rich muddy banks looking for a spot
that wouldn't leave me dirtier coming out than going in.
	"Just a bit further upstream." Berna's voice guided me to a
little patch of grass where she set down a little wicker picnic
basket and a bar of soap, then waded into the shallow water,
turned to lock my eyes and gathering up the lower portion of her
heavy dress and apron in her hands before her to obscure her
crotch in mock-timidity, squatted down until her hindquarters
touched the rippling current and wiggled around. After splashing
side to side a bit she turned and lifted the back of her dress
around her waist to display her dripping wet thighs slightly
parted to reveal a matted stalactite of pubic hair streaming a
little rivulet of cool, clear liquid.
	"Might you be asking for a bit of help bathing, Berna?"
	"I might at that, if you would be so gracious, Master."
	Well, I'm sure any authority on etiquette would agree it
would've been rude to make her insist. I waded over and took my
time scooping water up and down the columns of her legs. Her
breathing quickened when I snuck a hand up beneath her garment to
rinse and rub her slit out of sight. I had to pat her hands down
when she attempted to undress too quickly so that I could keep
enjoying the naughtiness of reaching up her skirt, a concept
seemingly alien to her. Finally, I allowed her to strip off and
using a drinking cup began washing off the sweat and plastered
sawdust, letting my hands find their own way around her
well-padded curves. Unsurprisingly they tended to linger around
the twin hills of her breasts, which she proudly thrust into my
palms at every opportunity. With a final tug at her engorged
nipples, I moved behind her and very conscientiously,
meticulously rinsed and lathered my way down until my entire palm
began disappearing between the two halves of her posterior.
Detouring a bit to rub my finger through her splayed labia, every
motion causing her to spread her legs even farther, I returned to
grip and knead her ass. Working up a copious amount of lather and
probing her anus with my middle finger only caused her to tilt
her hips back for better access.
	"Do you enjoy this?" I thrust my digit into her up to the second
knuckle and wiggled it around. The muscular ring squeezed down
momentarily.
	"Oh yes, it is its own pleasure. The secret behind it only makes
it all the better."
	"What secret?" She easily accommodated a second finger next to
the first.
	"I'm old enough to remember what the younger women don't."
	"What's that?" I prodded, in more than one way.
	"That your seed will not find my womb if it enters me through my
throat or bunghole."
	"The younger women don't know this?"
	"Most do not. They don't mention it if they do."
	"What about your daughters? You haven't told them?"
	"Why would I" she shrugged "when it makes no great matter? Every
sire who's won my coin has been free with his gift, and for all
the pleasure you take in our narrow back doors, none of you fail
to claim your right to a soft cozy quim either now do you? No
need to worry them.  We get our daughters either way, and with
more pleasure like this."
	I chuckled, unable to deny her statement, pulled my fingers out
and sent her buttocks jiggling with a loud two-handed slap.
	"Your turn to wash me."
	She stripped me quickly, unceremoniously, and set to work with
all the vigor of decades of hand-washing clothes. Nonetheless she
slowed down to a crawl when she reached my groin, lovingly
teasing my balls and perineum while slowly fisting my now hard
shaft.
	"Tell me about Pira."
	"A squirrel on two feet, and more trouble than she's worth half
the time" she sighed "but I do love the girl so. So does her
sister, not that she often shows it."
	"What I meant was, do you think she's ready?"
	"Ready?" She looked puzzled a moment then understood. "She's
passed her fifteenth winter already. It's all we can do to keep
her from running off to knock on the doors of estates. She was
caught twice last year trying to get other girls to sneak her in
so she could offer herself to a sire. She enjoys our fingers and
tongues well enough but she needs a sire's tool to work her
properly."
	I grabbed her head and pulled her roughly into my crotch. I'd
almost gotten used to Stinneh and Mara's casual incest but hadn't
dared ask this mother of two whether she rode her daughters'
faces. She chuckled and swallowed my prick all the way to the
entrance of her throat at the same time expertly kneading my
balls. After a few bobs she altered her position a bit and I felt
the back of her mouth give way, deepthroating me with quick,
powerful strokes. My orgasm came so fast I barely realized I was
already pouring semen down the throat of this incestuous dirty
middle-aged woman I'd only met yesterday.
	After we both calmed down we dozed naked in the shade by the
cool stream. Berna produced a little paring knife sharp enough to
count as a razor and I assented to her soaping up my face and
shaving me. The afternoon wore on as we nibbled bits of food and
I asked her more about the region. She'd known Mara and Stinneh
all their lives and was good friends with Stilena and Tamane.
Isolated as they seemed the women nonetheless maintained a
tightly knit social network. A noise from upstream caught our
attention. Before we could figure out what was the matter, a wild
tandem of barking sent me scurrying back against a tree trunk and
Berna forward to calm down the two dogs.
	"Licky, Kissy, down girls, you know him already, just saw him
this morning!"
	The two mutts half-growled, half-whined in confusion then
sniffed me uncertainly and finally seemed to remember me. They
bounded back upstream. Berna furrowed her brow.
	"Girl wasn't supposed to be back until sundown, if she gathered
from all the places I told her to."
	The girl in question shortly made her appearance, accompanied
once again by the now much calmer dogs. Berna and I both chuckled
at her appearance. Her hair was a matted blanket half-covering
her face and sweat literally dripped off her with every motion.
She was panting audibly and wobbling on her feet. Her light
summer tunic clung to her in a mottled, wrinkled mess. She seemed
slightly caught off guard by our being here instead of at the
house.
	"What did you do, girl, run all the way?"
	"No!" Pira protested, then swallowed hard and shrugged. "A bit.
I was going to wash before getting home."
	"And what did you think would happen then?"
	Pira swallowed again, trying in vain to control her breathing.
She eyed me a bit standing there naked then stared down silently
in embarrassment.
	"Oh come and sit down, you little fool" her mother finally
relented. "Did you at least pick anything while running to break
your neck out there?"
	Pira handed her two heavy baskets then more or less let herself
fall on the riverbank some steps away. Berna walked past me,
pointedly letting me get a look at her daughter's haul and
raising her eyebrows with a bit of pride. The baskets were full
of raspberries and blueberries. Despite her ill-formed plan to
get back home and presumably jump my bones, the teenager had done
her work. As she huddled there with her head on her knees I
noticed her sneaking a peek at me from the corner of her eye. I
got up and made a show of stretching, watching her eyes
immediately bob up to track the wobbling of my genitals.
	"Oh well, I'll let you bathe in peace then. I'll be back at the
house."
	Berna suppressed a snigger as her daughter collapsed flat on her
back in defeat and we both dressed. We headed back and spent the
next couple of hours sawing and lathing a couple more boards. At
some point near dusk Tora returned, led the animals back to their
sheds then headed off for the heated bathing spot. A little while
later she returned, leading her younger sister back as well with
an arm around her shoulder, both now laughing lightheartedly.
	Dinner was a festive affair. The dogs and cat were summarily
exiled and an ornate cloth draped over the massive wooden table.
Large wax candles burned seemingly without being consumed and we
chatted back and forth. Berna was having fun embarrassing her
progeny.
	"Yes, when Tora was younger she named everything around her. She
climbed her friend Crinkly the old oak and carried an old twig
around named Twiggy. It was this younger one that named the dogs
though, because they were always trying to lick her face when
they were puppies. Not quite names to scare off bears now are
they?"
	"I was only seven years old! I barely even remember it."
	"It stuck though. Clear off those dirty plates Tora dear. Time
for something sweet."
	She rose to disappear behind the corner to the stove and
cupboards. A minute later she reappeared, bare-handed... and bare
everything else. Sashaying over to lean over the table at me, she
swayed her massive bosoms a bit to draw attention to the heavy
floral-scented glaze adorning them. My dessert. Good use for the
honey Tora had lugged back from market, and for once, I had to
agree with the standard chef's catchphrase that presentation is
everything. I dug into the sticky mounds with abandon. When they
were finally slick with my saliva instead of sticky with honey, I
pushed my chair back and dropped my pants around my ankles.
Guessing my thoughts, she knelt and began kneading the soft
expanses of flesh around my hardened shaft.
	With the taste of honey still on my lips, I reached out and
gathered her daughters by their supple waists to me, turning from
one's eager kisses to the other's as my shaft twitched in its
heaving mammary trap. Momma Berna gradually began to lick my
cock-head whenever it peeked out of its confines, slowly
transitioning to a deep, enthusiastic blowjob, humming as she
want, showboating a bit for the girls. Pira, that randy little
cub, straddled my leg and, still wearing her tunic, began humping
her slimy snatch against my thigh. I held back my own orgasm
until she closed her eyes and trembled in a little one of her
own. Her sister sighed and ruffled her crinkly mass of curly dark
hair good-naturedly. With a slight nudge, I had Berna back off my
twitching cock and stood, looming over her. Once again reading my
mind, she sat back on her haunches and lifted her fat breasts up
to create a wide, inviting shelf just in time to catch wave after
wave of sticky cum. After a few dozen spurts, weak-kneed, I
collapsed in my chair again and motioned the two girls:
"Eat it" I panted.
Tora knelt down immediately and began lapping at her mother's
left breast. Pira, after a moment of confusion, giggled and
dropped down with a thud to do the same with the right one,
pausing only to sniff curiously at my sperm. After a couple of
tentative licks, she dug in just as eagerly as I'd slurped at the
honey earlier. Basking in the sight of Berna, eyes closed,
cuddling her grown daughters as they suckled my semen off her
gigantic tits, I marveled at these three wondrous creatures I'd
found by invading this cabin in the woods: one experienced and
voluptuous, one young and excitable and the third somewhere in
the middle... and they were, all three of them, juuuust right!